Theres
No returning from the circus
You and me, we broke the surface
Out of service, old school novice
Flying cautious, don't get nauseous
Stop the bullshit cop the full list
Watch the sea mist, toxic sun kissed
I'm just hoping I'm done coping
This right here, I can't worship
Make me sober, take me over
Rake me closer, shake it slower
Break it to her, wake me later
Be my lover, four leaf-clover
Ride the champagne
Tried to mind-tame
Lied to my pain
Guide the cross aim
Shoot the fast lane
Bring your new game
Ring of cocaine
Single, no fame
That's what they say
Sweatbands, headstands
Got another dead fan
Wet hands, lead dance
Pop another red xan
Black vans, coke cans
All over the bed cam
Yeti man, teddy-gram
Tired of the badlands
Fat chance
I'm in a mad trance
Bought a block of sad plants
Didn't think it'd bite my ass
Damn
Wanna see a wonderland, gonna meet a candyman
Shoulda brought a better friend, now I'm stuck in never-land
Never doing that again, this trance is so damn out of it
The hell is this, I sell the list
I never, ever say I'm it
I kill the beat, then eat the pills
I fill their teeth, then leave their bills
I cleave their gills
Believe these thrills
I start their chills
And part their wills
Caleb Warner - Trance Lyrics
Caleb Warner - Trance Lyrics
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Theres
No returning from the circus
You and me, we broke the surface
Out of service, old school novice
Flying cautious, don't get nauseous
Stop the bullshit cop the full list
Watch the sea mist, toxic sun kissed
I'm just hoping I'm done coping
This right here, I can't worship
Make me sober, take me over
Rake me closer, shake it slower
Break it to her, wake me later
Be my lover, four leaf-clover
Ride the champagne
Tried to mind-tame
Lied to my pain
Guide the cross aim
Shoot the fast lane
Bring your new game
Ring of cocaine
Single, no fame
That's what they say
Sweatbands, headstands
Got another dead fan
Wet hands, lead dance
Pop another red xan
Black vans, coke cans
All over the bed cam
Yeti man, teddy-gram
Tired of the badlands
Fat chance
I'm in a mad trance
Bought a block of sad plants
Didn't think it'd bite my ass
Damn
Wanna see a wonderland, gonna meet a candyman
Shoulda brought a better friend, now I'm stuck in never-land
Never doing that again, this trance is so damn out of it
The hell is this, I sell the list
I never, ever say I'm it
I kill the beat, then eat the pills
I fill their teeth, then leave their bills
I cleave their gills
Believe these thrills
I start their chills
And part their wills
No returning from the circus
You and me, we broke the surface
Out of service, old school novice
Flying cautious, don't get nauseous
Stop the bullshit cop the full list
Watch the sea mist, toxic sun kissed
I'm just hoping I'm done coping
This right here, I can't worship
Make me sober, take me over
Rake me closer, shake it slower
Break it to her, wake me later
Be my lover, four leaf-clover
Ride the champagne
Tried to mind-tame
Lied to my pain
Guide the cross aim
Shoot the fast lane
Bring your new game
Ring of cocaine
Single, no fame
That's what they say
Sweatbands, headstands
Got another dead fan
Wet hands, lead dance
Pop another red xan
Black vans, coke cans
All over the bed cam
Yeti man, teddy-gram
Tired of the badlands
Fat chance
I'm in a mad trance
Bought a block of sad plants
Didn't think it'd bite my ass
Damn
Wanna see a wonderland, gonna meet a candyman
Shoulda brought a better friend, now I'm stuck in never-land
Never doing that again, this trance is so damn out of it
The hell is this, I sell the list
I never, ever say I'm it
I kill the beat, then eat the pills
I fill their teeth, then leave their bills
I cleave their gills
Believe these thrills
I start their chills
And part their wills
Writer: Caleb Warner
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